Jus Allah - Pool of Blood lyrics

(feat. GZA) [Verse 1: Jus ALLah] I keep blunts of sess in between my jaws I keep chunks of flesh, underneath my claws Animal like, raping lady Afro-Dite I watch people bleed to tease my appetite Slice your mug, we're hand-and-knife thugs That's so hardcore we banned from fightclub Brawl with night crawling blood alcoholics Y'all only hope is wooden stakes and garlic Islamic, thinking on a higher logic Dressed in arab garments on flying carpets Taking me to hovering starships With high powered aero nautics To glide across cosmics Lost in space, I pause to meditate My soul's energy cause walls to shake n***az stand clear when my land is spread Cause my scarecrow's got real Klansmen heads [Verse 2: GZA/Genius] I'm from the place where temples could flare, eagles are hurt A neighbourhood wear from steady went to shirt A battlefield setting the teams, they move thugly A group with a bitter dispute that turned ugly Beef that started back in elementary Then it move from the block to the penetentiary The contest of the phonecall was frightning The spark from the blaze to k** all was lightning Completely unaware of their surrounding In a +pool of blood+ responsible for drownings The un-informed remains a total darkness The only time you see light is when this metal spark this set Something greater than their own encounter Took a small business and they k**ed the co-founder Now police probe this youngster's background Found something in his jeans that was hard to back down [Verse 3: Jus Allah] Yo, I release agression Explode like automic weapon Going to deep spells of demonic posession Gave the devil my rhyme book, just to read through He hid it in a safe that he had swallowed the keys to Said:"Jus Allah, I have nothing to teach you" There's no plauge or harm to man more deceitfull Than a lost breed of evil f**ing monsterous n***az Trade to k** inside their subconcious Taken what's promised, derived from skies and comets Acomplish Prophecies from Muhammed I overpower sh**, f** the hater and the doubter sh** Chop off the top of your skull, drink out of it Cowardly b**h I hear d**h in the wind Notify next of kin, best of friends You limbs are lobbed off, by Jus Allah's axe Forced to whack their own severed arms to catch